Stef

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“he found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another? Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?”
― Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These

“I like it,” he said.
“What?”
He loosened the wine from his lips. “Your brain.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles